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THE SUN IN THE TROUGH
Words and Music by Jim Robbins
I want to take you down
to the stream which snakes
below the ridges crowned
by pounding stones.
Near a spring, a trough abides,
Sept. 23, 1924 scribbled in cement.
The sun sparks my crown in the trough,
illuminating my subtle body.
I want you to see
the sun at our crowns
radiating down
into our hearts.
That light joining
our hearts together
as ten minutes pass
or ten thousand years
until we remember
that we are as timeless
as water, blackberry
brambles, quail grass.
“The Sun in the Trough” initially had different lyrics, which I changed after I experienced a profound sense of timelessness as I gazed into a cattle trough in the middle of nowhere. In the stagnant trough water, the sun blazed just above my head, like my crown chakra, my divine core. In the reflection, my body was a shadow while the sun illuminated my aura. In the timelessness, I knew that the trough had been placed near the spring almost a hundred years ago and that the Native American village site had existed thousands of years, possibly over ten thousand years, and I also suddenly knew that the spark at the core of every person is eternal. As I felt the unified consciousness within everything around me, I knew the personality is transient, merely an illusion.
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